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Chapter 6
🕑 Added 2021-09-15 02:42:44 +0000 UTCWhen I got home, Rosalie was sitting on the couch watching a movie. I didn’t bother looking to see what movie she was watching or even greeting her, I just went into the kitchen to grab a carton of ice cream that I knew I wasn’t there when I had left earlier. But Rosalie was awesome enough to go to the store, which was much closer to our apartment than the Cullen’s house, buy me some ice cream and have a movie playing when I got home. As I got a spoon from the drawer, I couldn’t help but hear her voice in my head from earlier asking me to give her a chance to show me how it would be to be married to her.
Shaking that thought from my head so that I could properly be sad in peace, I poured myself a drink and with the spoon in my mouth, I carried my drink and ice cream carton to the couch to sit next to Rosalie. I didn’t even think about how she may perceive the way I sat down; I just collapsed onto the couch in the most comfortable I could think of. I sat at an awkward angle. Rosalie was sitting in the middle of the couch, so I sat next to her with my shoulder digging into her. The moment my shoulder started to dig into her, she moved her arm so that it was around my waist, pulling me into her. I moved my feel onto the coffee table, something I knew Rosalie hated but given the circumstances she wouldn’t say anything. I put my drink of the coffee table, away from my feet of course, and started to eat my ice cream as I turned my attention to the TV. The fact that our position was very couplish never really crossed my mind because Rosalie and I always cuddle when we watched something together.
“What are we watching?” I asked nearly half an hour later. I didn’t really care for the answer, but the silence between us was starting to annoy me.
“I haven’t figured it out.” Rosalie answered, causing me to give her a confused look. She was the one to put the movie on, she should know. “I just put something on; I didn’t think you would actually watch it. I don’t remember the title or anything about it because it didn’t catch my interest. It’s just good background noise.”
I hummed in acknowledgment, not really caring that neither of us were watching the movie. Although, that made me question if neither of us were watching the movie, what was Rosalie doing that allowed her to not focus on it?
“Background noise? What are you doing?” I asked before taking another large mouthful of ice cream, the calories making me feel better about my fallout with Edward. Calories can make anything better. Especially ice cream calories.
“Just enjoying the moment.” Rosalie said as she squeezed my waist, making me blush at her hidden meaning. “And thinking of a good way to ask you what happened and actually have you tell me instead of giving me a bullshit answer.” There’s the Rosalie I’m used to.
“I would tell you.” I said indignantly, knowing that if she had bluntly asked, kind of like she just did, instead of me somehow leading her into it, kind of like I just did, I wouldn’t have answered her. Or at least I would have circled around the answer while I gathered my thoughts.
“After half an hour of me questioning you.” Rosalie answered, and I could practically see her sneer at the annoyance. “This way the half hour I would normally spend questioning you was spent watching the movie.”
Rosalie normally only lasted a few minutes after the movie started before she started to ask me what was wrong. This way, I already had a half hour of thinking over everything that happened at the Cullen’s. I had actually even thought of what I was going to say to Rosalie before she had asked; now that I was able to tell her though, my pre-designed answers were out window. Rosalie tended to have that effect on me; she always made my mind a muddle mess whenever I really didn’t want it to. She knew she did that to me and I knew she loved that she did that.
“So, what happened?” Rosalie asked when I didn’t say anything back to her.
“Edward.” I said, as if that was all that was needed to say in response.
“I already know he’s an ass Bella.” Rosalie gently chided. “Tell me what he did this time.”
It took a moment or two before I started talking and tell Rosalie everything that happened that afternoon. I could never keep anything from her. She was my best friend and best friends shared everything together; especially if they grew up together. We always shared everything with each other. It came naturally to us.
Not only did I tell her what had happened, but I also told her how it made me feel. I wasn’t normally one to talk about my feelings, but I always could with Rosalie. I told her how I had originally wanted to go and explain things to Edward and let him know that I wasn’t walking out on our relationship but to get out of the marriage, it would be much too expensive for me. I knew that she wouldn’t make getting a divorce hard and if she would probably even offer to foot the entire bill. But I couldn’t let her pay for everything; but I couldn’t afford to help pay for it. I didn’t want her to pay for all of it; that wasn’t fair to her. I told her as much as well. I had never kept anything from Rosalie and I wasn’t about to start.
“So, I broke up with him.” I said as I leaned my head onto her shoulder. I had moved my head just slightly away from her so that I could look at her while talking but since I was done, I put my head back into my cuddle position to get some comfort from her.
“You broke up with him, or you’re taking a break from him?” Rosalie asked after a moment or two.
There had been a time when we were still in high school when he had talked about breaking up because he thought he was bad for me because my grades had dropped a little and that I was starting to spend more time with him and his family than with my other friends. It wasn’t like I still didn’t have good grades, I had all A’s and B’s. And with my other friends outside of the Cullen family, I still saw them. Especially since we all went to school together; but we still hung out outside of school. We had a fight about it and eventually he decided he didn’t want to break up anymore but I decided that we should take a break because I was so mad at him. That had lasted barely a week before we were back together again after he had apologized a lot.
“I broke up with him.” I answered right away. “I’m tired all his yo-yoing with my emotions. I’m just tired of it all.”
“Well, as much as I should comfort you for losing your first love. I don’t want to lie to you.” Rosalie said and could practically feel the smirk she was sure to have on her face. She probably saw this as some sort of victory since she had never liked Edward and I together. “I’m happy you left him. He was much too controlling of you. He’s way too into his broody self. The stupid baby needs to grow up and at least pretend to be an adult.”
I was really grateful that she didn’t mention what I was sure were her main reasons for being happy about my breakup. She completely left out how my losing boyfriend would leave me single and available for her. I wasn’t sure if Edward were in Rosalie’s position if he would have done the same thing. He was too self-centered.
“Thanks for being brutally honest Rose.” I sarcastically said with a roll of my eyes.
“It’s what I’m best at.”
Nothing else was said because there wasn’t anything else either of us needed to say. I was still upset about losing Edward and Rosalie refused to give any false comfort. So Rosalie opted to give me the comfort of snuggling. I just chose to ignore that her hand was wrapped around my shoulders and her fingers were gently trailing short patterns up and down my arm.
The rest of the day was a full movie-a-thon. After the first movie, we started to pick movies that had absolutely nothing to do with romance. So we watched horror movies. By that evening, when it had long since dark, we were both still cuddled on the couch but had several blankets thrown over us both, the lights were all off as we both munched on the pizza we had ordered.
Past midnight, we had both finally opted to go to bed. Rose’s room was closer than my room. So when we walked down the hall, she turned to go into her room and I kept walking. When I reached my door and turned to go inside, I saw her turn around and I thought she was going to say something. After a moment’s pause of us looking at each other, she muttered goodnight and then went inside after I returned the sentiment.
The next few days were spent with us doing the last few things needed for school that was about to start up. That meant that Rosalie did a lot of shopping for new outfits and was able to force me to go with her and Alice a couple times. Mostly though, I just bought my books online to be delivered to me and I kept inside my room a lot, watching youtube videos on my laptop. Rosalie had managed to take me out of my room to either go shopping or to occasionally eat with her at the dinner table or to watch a movie.
By the time it hit the weekend before school started, I had managed to avoid most people. After I had bought a couple new outfits that both Alice and Rosalie had approved of, I kept inside the apartment and mourned my relationship that I had lost. Granted I was the one that had broken up with him, it still hurt. We had been together for years. And to lose all that history was sad. We had been so close and now I didn’t want anything to do with him.
After a couple days of being newly single, Edward had started to try and contact me. He had called numerous times, texted me even more and had even gone over a couple times. I ignored all his calls and had only read his texts. His texts grew from being desperate to get a hold of me to fix our relationship because he knew that I knew I had made a mistake and needed to stop being stubborn. Once those texts started to come in, I started to complain to Rosalie about them. Rosalie would roll her eyes and tell me that I should have expected that from Edward. She would then force me to cuddle with her on the couch and watch something with her because apparently spending all my time in my room being depressed is highly over-rated.
Needless to say, she was more than tired of me mourning over the loss of my relationship with Edward. She had even mentioned a few times that I needed to celebrate that I had finally found the smarts to leave Edward. When I first told her about how annoying Edward was being about wanting to talk, she didn’t think it would last that long or even get worse. She didn’t think that until Edward starting showing up at our apartment begging us to let him in.
The first time he had shown up, Rosalie wasn’t there. So with the chain lock in place, I told Edward through the crack that I wasn’t ready to talk to him. That I was sure what he had to say would only make me more upset. He then said that I needed to stop being a baby and let him in to talk with him so that we can talk and get back together. I then slammed the door in his face and ignored him yelling through the door. He wasn’t so much yelling as he was loudly talking because he didn’t want the neighbors to come out and look at him making a scene. While he did that, I text Rosalie saying that I couldn’t believe she had lived in the same house as her stupid brother. Rosalie said she was on her way home and I told Edward that Rosalie would be home soon so that he could talk with her to try and get me change my mind. He left after that.
But he kept coming back. He kept saying that we were soul mates and that it was destiny that we would spend the rest of our lives together. Rosalie was there for that she remarked that he would be with me as a brother-in-law because she had married me. He left after that also.
He would come over nearly once a day, probably more like every other day. Rosalie had made me promise to tell her whenever he showed up so that she could go home if she wasn’t already there, so she could beat up her brother. I was content with threatening to call Charlie on him… even though we didn’t live in Forks anymore. I was still sure that Charlie would come down here and scare the hell out of him. In fact, because Edward was acting so clingy and weird, I had decided that since it was the last weekend before school, I would spend it with Charlie. He had always left my room the way I left it and always told me that I was more than welcome to use it whenever I wanted to visit.
So I found myself in my room with Rosalie looking with a skeptical look at my bed. I apparently wasn’t allowed to go visit Charlie without taking her. We had both been so close while growing up that she had eventually gotten close to Charlie as well. Charlie had eventually grown to like all the Cullen children and was more than happy to have Rosalie come with me when I had asked for the impromptu visit.
“I remember this bed being a lot bigger when we younger.” Rosalie muttered as she placed her bag on the bed.
“I remember the room being a lot bigger.” I commented back as I looked through my nearly bare closet.
It had been a while since I had come over to actually stay the night. Whenever I had visited, I had stayed downstairs mostly because there was no reason for me to see my room. I remember the room being a good size when I was growing, but now that I was an adult, it was so small.
“Are we going to go to the diner with Charlie for dinner or did you want to cook something?” Rosalie asked as she took out a few things from her suitcase.
Whenever I visited him, we always went to the diner for dinner. But since we were staying for the weekend, we would probably go tomorrow before Rosalie and I left for school. But since Charlie was such a lousy cook, I often cooked lunch for him as well; just as I had always cooked dinner when I lived with him. I loved to cook and had no problems cook for us; especially since if it was up to Charlie we would have just eaten pizza and gone to the diner all the time. That’s not only really expensive, but also very unhealthy.
“I don’t know, I’ll go ask Charlie.” I answered before starting to make my way towards the door.
“You should see if you can opt for the diner. It’s been a while since I’ve eaten there.” Rosalie said, not turning to face Bella as she grabbed some folded pajamas from her suitcase to lay out on the bed.
I left the room, not responding to Rosalie since there was no need for it, and went to find Charlie. I soon found him in the kitchen looking through the nearly empty fridge. I was sure that he was silently wishing that it would magically fill up with food. By the time Rosalie and I had arrived that Friday, it was nearly time for dinner.
“Grocery shopping is still the top of your list, huh?” I teasingly asked as I walked into the kitchen.
“What? Oh, yeah.” Charlie said as he turned to face me, scratching the back of his neck as sign that showed he was embarrassed by his empty fridge. “Guess I’ll order pizza if that’s alright with you two.”
“Actually, do you think we can do a late dinner at the diner?” I asked.
“A late dinner?” Charlie asked with a scrunched look giving away his confusion.
As Rosalie and I had driven to Forks, more like Rosalie had driven since she would never let anyone drive her car and there was no way she would want to take a long trip in my beaten up truck, I decided to tell Charlie what had happened in Vegas and then how Edward was acting about it. There wasn’t much I didn’t keep from my dad; even though we didn’t really do the whole the emotion thing, I still shared everything with him and he shared with me. We may not do emotions that well, but we still kept close to each other by sharing with each other what was going on in our lives.
“Yeah, there’s something Rose and I wanted to talk to you about.” I said, trying to hide how nervous I was but I didn’t think I was that successful.
“Sure Bella, we can do that. We can go after the dinner rush and then it won’t be so hard to get a table.”
“Thanks dad. I’m going to go tell Rose.” I said before making a quick escape back to my room.
It was already dinner time, so we would talk now and then after we would leave for dinner. I wasn’t sure how Charlie was going to take it but, I wasn’t even really sure what his position was on the whole gay marriage or even just gays in general. But I was confident that he wouldn’t see a problem with Rosalie and I accidently getting married; especially after he finds out that it will be getting annulled once I save up some money for the legal process. I was sure once everything settled, he would be more upset that I had gotten that drunk instead of the marriage.
“We’re going to have a late dinner at the diner after we’re done talking to him.” I said as I walked into my old room.
I hadn’t bothered to knock on the closed door because, well, it was technically my room even though I hadn’t lived in it for a couple years. When I had left my room, Rosalie was only taking out a few things that she would use during our short, weekend stay. Instead of being in the middle of taking something out of her overly large suitcase that I was sure had more things in it than she would need for the weekend, Rosalie was in the middle of changing clothes. And when I say she was in the middle of changing, she literally was. She didn’t have the pants and shirt on from earlier. She only had her matching black underwear and bra on and was holding up a dress and had another outfit of pants and a shirt laid out on the bed.
I felt my mouth drop as I saw Rosalie standing in my room half naked. I have seen her in this state of dress in the past when she would walk from her room the laundry room for something she had just cleaned, but this time it felt different. I couldn’t make myself walk out from the middle of the doorway, I couldn’t make myself move at all.
“Well that’s good. I like that diner; it’s very homey.” Rosalie said, not at all bothered that I was awkwardly staring at her. “Come in and close the door, I’d rather not have Charlie until I’m fully dressed.”
“Okay.” I managed to say as I took a couple steps into the room and closed the door behind me.
“Which outfit do you think I should wear?” Rosalie asked, finally looking at me with a knowing look, causing me to blush.
“Well, I’m not a fan of dresses. So I would say –” I said, but Rosalie cut me off.
“I am a fan of dresses though. Which outfit do you think I would look best in?” Rosalie moved the dress to have it against her body so that I could see what it would like on her without her having to actually put it on. “I think the dress’s color looks good, but I just really like how the pants and shirt accentuate certain areas of my body.”
“Um, the dress I guess. The dress looks good.” I answered nearly right away, not even taking another glance at the outfit she had on my bed.
“Are you sure?” She asked with a smile that made me nervous. “Let me hold up this outfit so you can see what it looks like on me.”
She carefully put the dress on the bed and leaned down to pick up the shirt. Leaning over was completely unnecessary, but she did it anyways. It was like my eyes were immediately drawn to her ass. I had never stared at her ass before. She had also never leaned over in front of me in just her underwear and taking a stupidly long time to straighten back up. I wasn’t sure what was going on with me because I had never wanted to stare at her ass before. I was sure that it was because she was taking so long to stand back up that I was staring. That had to be it. That was the only reason I was willing to accept at the moment.
“I’ll go ahead and leave out the predictable question of asking if you like what you see because clearly you do.” Rosalie teased, causing me to blush harder and quickly turn my head away from her. Why hadn’t I turned my head when I first walked in on her? “Instead I’ll just ask to you look at me again and tell me which you like better; the shirt or the dress?”
It took a few moments, but I eventually managed to turn my head to look at Rosalie holding up the shirt in front of her. That was the first time I noticed how long her legs were. It was like they just kept going. Eventually though, my eyes did get to the shirt she was holding up and seeing how small it was, not that it wasn’t indecently small by any means but with what had just happened I didn’t want to see her in something that tight, I didn’t want her to wear it.
“I think the dress looks better.” I struggled to say.
I couldn’t understand why I was reacting so differently to Rosalie all of a sudden, but I opted to put the blame on her. Whenever she asked me which outfit looked better on her in the past she was already wearing another outfit or at least her robe. This was different. She was doing this to me on purpose and the smirk she couldn’t wipe of her face told me that she knew what she was doing. The jerk.
“I thought so as well.” Rosalie said and then started to put up the other outfit that she wouldn’t be wearing.
“Couldn’t you put on the dress first?” I asked in a nearly whining voice.
“What fun would that be?” Rosalie asked as she put her clothes back into her suitcase.
“Lots of fun.” I muttered as I finally, again, diverted my eyes away from Rosalie bent over her suitcase and to the wall that wasn’t near the annoying blonde.
It took just a couple minutes for Rosalie to get dressed and to make sure that her hair and dress looked up to her standards. It was the longest minutes I had yet to experience in my short life. It was by the end of those minutes that I realized that I could have actually left instead of waiting for her and being annoyingly aware of where she was in the room and of what the dress was covering as she put it on.
“Alright, I’m ready. Are you?” Rosalie asked as she put a hand on my shoulder. I hadn’t expected her to do that, so I accidently jumped from the sudden contact… and from the unexpected tingles that spread out from where she was touching me. That was something new as well.
“Yeah, let’s go.” I said and quickly started to leave the room. When I turned to go back out the door, I felt Rosalie put her hand on the small of back to gently push me through the door. The tingles erupted up my spine and I barely managed to stop the tingles from racing up my spine.
“Are you worried about the talk?” Rosalie whispered as we started down the stairs.
“I’m worried about how Charlie is going to take it all.” I answered quickly before we could within ear shot of Charlie, who I could hear was listening to a game of some sort on the television.
“I’m sure he won’t be too upset about how drunk you had gotten.” Rosalie teased, seemingly already knowing the part I was most worried he would take the worst. “It’s not like he can arrest you now that you’re sober.”
“I wasn’t that bad.” I muttered as we walked into the living room.
Charlie saw us walk in and turned off the television right away. I suppose he had gotten the hint that what we were going to talk about was a serious talk. Rosalie and I went straight to the couch, sitting next to each with me in the corner like we always sat. I had almost asked Rosalie to sit away from me but it wasn’t like we had always sat next to each other in front of Charlie. It wasn’t anything abnormal. We, rather I, may have been about to tell him something that was abnormal, but Rosalie and I weren’t really different than we had been since we became friends. I didn’t want Charlie to think our relationship was really different. Because it wasn’t. It was the same as it always had been; a piece of paper didn’t change anything about us.
“Hi girls.” Charlie said as we sat down. “So what was it you two wanted to talk to me about?”
“Well, it’s about the trip to Vegas we just took.” I started off a bit nervously. “We did something while we were really drunk and we shouldn’t have.”
“Being drunk does have that effect on people.” Charlie said, not seeming like he was worried about what I could possibly have to tell him.
“Well, yeah.” I agreed. “But, it was definitely something stupid.” I said, hoping I didn’t hurt Rosalie’s feelings when I said that. I wasn’t looking at her, so I had no idea how she had taken what I just said, but I was hoping she knew wasn’t trying to be mean to her.
“Getting married in Vegas is pretty stupid Bella.” Charlie agreed and I was shell shocked. I even barely heard Rosalie gasp, she was surprised by what Charlie said as well. “Esme called. Did you think that something that big would happen and they wouldn’t call me?”
“I suppose that does make sense.” Rosalie said since I was still too stunned to say anything. He didn’t seem upset about it or even shocked by it. It was probably because Esme had been kind enough to break the news to him while I was holed up in my room trying to ignore the world. He had had time to get used to the idea and understand that it was a drunken mistake; something I wasn’t going to repeat again.
“Now don’t look too worried.” Charlie said with what I’m sure he thought was a reassuring smile. “I really don’t care that you guys are together. Hell, I’ve known you guys would end up together before you both graduated from high school. In fact, Carlisle, Esme and I were all surprised when Bella and Edward got together. I’m glad that’s all straightened out.”
There was a couple things I realized when Charlie said what he just said. The first was that Rosalie and I were definitely a bit too close as friends if everyone thought we were going to end up together… even though that is kind of what happened. The other think I realized was that if all three active parents knew that we were married and had no problem with it, in fact they seemed to be really happy about, going by Charlie’s reaction, how would they take that we were going to get divorced? I knew that Carlisle and Esme weren’t really big into divorce, which was why we weren’t going to tell them until after it was all done. They would probably try to get us to go to counseling or something first. Charlie, well, he would be disappointed. I didn’t want to see that. But I didn’t want to lie to him. I couldn’t lie to him. He wouldn’t try to stop our divorce like the Cullen’s would, but he would be disappointed that I didn’t at least try.
“Well, it’s not really straightened out.” I started, not wanting to lie to him but still worried about how he would take the news that I had to give him. No matter how disappointed in me he would be.
“Edward seems to think that he and Bella still have a chance.” Rosalie said, picking up where I had left off since I couldn’t think of a way to continue. That wasn’t exactly what I wanted her to say, but at least it would save us from having to try to explain to Charlie what we were really going to do. This way, when we get divorced we could say that we had tried to make it work.
“What do you mean?” Charlie asked with concern clear in his voice.
“Well, he keeps calling, texting and coming over to our apartment trying to get Bella to give him another chance. Bella refuses to let me effectively talk to him, so he doesn’t seem too inclined to stop.” Rosalie said as she snaked an arm around my waist and pulled me into her. I guess since we were ‘outed’ to Charlie, she was going to take full advantage of our… fake... relationship; especially since there wasn’t anything I could do about it without making Charlie suspicious. Keeping this from his was going to harder than I thought since Rosalie was probably going to take full advantage of it.
“Effectively talking to him means that you yell at him and possibly end up hitting him.” I retorted.
“Do you want me to talk to him?” Charlie asked in a very serious tone that rivaled his cop voice. He was in protective parent mode now.
“I think I can handle him.” I weakly assured.
“Like you have been so far?” Rosalie sarcastically asked, which thankfully neither me or Charlie paid attention to.
“I never liked that boy.” Charlie said a bit angrily. “If he doesn’t stop soon, let me know Rosalie and I’ll take care of him. I’ll make an appearance at his home in my full sheriff’s uniform.”
“What Rosalie? I’ll tell you when he goes too far.” I said, annoyed that he directed that at Rosalie and not me.
“Like you’ve told him so far? I’ll let you know Charlie but I’m guessing with school starting soon, he won’t keep it up. If he keeps it up for too much longer, I’m going to talk to him whether Bella wants me to or not.”
“Good. Now, let’s go eat and celebrate you two getting married. I know it’s not much since it’s just the diner; but I promise to pay.” Charlie said as he stood up, clearly believing that the conversation was over.
“I will gladly take you up on that offer.” Rosalie said as she stood, pulling me up with her.
We spent a couple hours at the diner having dinner and just enjoying each other’s company. Charlie was over joyed that I had married Rosalie, which made me feel extremely guilty that this was a bit of a farce. Rosalie was taking full advantage of Charlie believing that we were a couple and constantly held my hand or had her arm wrapped around my waist. It was a bit embarrassing about how much physical attention she was giving me because it wasn’t something I was really used to. Edward and I were never really this touchy feely.
But even with those negative emotions I was feeling all throughout dinner, I still had a really good time. I wouldn’t have wanted to be anywhere else and had even liked the attention Rosalie was giving me. I didn’t want it to stop.
By the time we got home, we were all tired since it was a late dinner in the first place and we had stayed for a few hours at the dinner. We had all opted to go straight to bed.
“Thank you again dad for paying for us.” I said as we walked into the house. Charlie was going to get a glass of water to take up with him and I was going straight to my room, so I wanted to thank him one last time for paying.
“Of course Bells. It’s the least I can do since I didn’t have to pay for a full wedding.” He teased as he gave me a half hug.
“Don’t be too sure about that Charlie. I’m thinking about Bella and I doing a small commitment ceremony of sorts so that we can invite our friends and family to witness for us.” Rosalie said as neared the stairs, about to veer away from Charlie.
“Well, just let me know and I’ll help any way I can.” He said and then suddenly became very awkward looking. He even scratched the back of his neck that showed he was nervous about what he was about to say. “I know you girls have shared a room before, but it’s kind of different now.” He said continued as his cheeks reddened.
“Oh God.” I quietly muttered, making Rosalie chuckle. I swear she had no shame.
“But, I would really appreciate it if you girls respected that I’m sleeping down the hall from my little girls room. So please, just be quiet.”
“You won’t hear a thing Charlie; I promise.” Rosalie purred, making both me and Charlie blush even harder than we already were.
“Well, good then.” He looked like he would have rather heard anything else than the promise of me and Rosalie having sex, which wasn’t going to happen, right down the hall. He quickly disappeared into the kitchen, leaving Rosalie to guide me up the stairs with his hand on the small of his back.
“Did you really have to say that?” I hissed at her as we started to climb the stairs.
“Well, we don’t want to be loud. That would be awkward.” She said the last part in such a way that let me know that she wouldn’t have minded us having loud sex down the hall from my dad. I couldn’t help but shiver in disgust from that. That was just wrong. Having sex door the hall from your parents was so wrong.
“I don’t, I don’t know what to say.” I said as I walked into my room with Rosalie right behind me.
“I’m just teasing you. I’ll wait until we get home to have sex; I don’t want to make you even more awkward in front of your father.” She said with a smirk.
“Rose!” I hissed loudly in a scolding tone. “I’m changing in the bathroom. Please be in your pajamas when I get back.” I was almost completely sure that she wouldn’t mind being naked while she was in the middle of changing. I definitely wouldn’t put that past her.
“I’ll behave Bella. Don’t worry.” Rosalie sincerely promised.
I grabbed my pajamas and walked to the bathroom where I slowly got ready for bed. When I got back to my room, Rosalie was on her way with a small overnight kit of makeup stuff that I knew nothing about. I asked her once about everything she had in there and what it all did but I couldn’t help but tune it out after the third item she started to talk about. I was more than content to let Alice and Rosalie let me use their things, and tell me which things those were and how to use them, when I used makeup and needed to take it off. I had thought soap and water was more than enough, but I was apparently horribly wrong and I refuse to ever bring that up in front of either of them again. It was the most boring three hours of my life as they tried to explain each step they took to clean their face and prepare to go to sleep to ensure they would have perfect skin when they woke up. Never again.
We had always shared my bed the few times Rosalie had spent the night at my place while growing up. It had never been an issue before. But as I looked at the bed before crawling into it, I couldn’t help but realize how small it looked. This would not go well for me. I was sure to have a headache by the time I went to bed from having too much blood rushing to my head.
Deciding that there wasn’t anything I could do, there was no way I sleeping on the floor and an smaller chance of Rosalie doing that, because it would be weird that have Charlie catch one of us on the couch after we told him that we were married, I climbed in to bed and scooted as close to the wall that was one side as much as possible. I was hoping, in vain, that if I left more than enough room for Rosalie, not that there was much room in the first place, she wouldn’t try to cuddle with me while we slept. We had never done that before but with how touchy feely she had been all evening, I was sure she wouldn’t mind doing it as we slept.
The door clicking shut let me know that Rosalie had finally arrived. I heard her open her suitcase to put her makeup bag thing, whatever she called it, away. I didn’t hear her footsteps, I was sure she was a ninja, but I did feel the bed dip as she climbed in behind me. No sooner did she slid in did she turn and quickly spoon me.
I felt my whole body stiffen. I also felt tingles erupt from where she was touching; especially where her bare leg hooked over mine. Her arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me into her. If it wasn’t for the very pleasant feeling bubbling in my lower stomach, I would have objected to her spooning. But for the life of me, I really didn’t want her to stop.
“Goodnight Bella.” Rosalie said as she lifted her head up and pressed a chaste kiss on my check.
“Night.” I said quietly, shocked at how much I really liked feeling her lips on my cheek. It was that kiss that I realized something that could either be very good or very bad.
With the way I was feeling around Rosalie and from how she was touching me, ending our marriage was going to be a near impossible thing to do. I was starting to have second thoughts about the divorce and I wasn’t sure how I felt about that.
